Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Soon it was lunchtime, and the teacher sent them back to the classroom.

After the group of people ran away, the cafeteria became quiet again.

The old woman who had just been serving rice to the child finally turned around, turned her back to everyone, and wiped her eyes.

A middle-aged man carrying food boxes muttered a curse under his breath.

"These little brats don't even know what corpse starch is."

"This is fucking great!!"

Several elderly people slowly sat down together.

They experienced famine, ate corpse starch, and drank recycled wastewater that needed to be filtered three times before it was barely drinkable.

Therefore, they understand better than anyone else just how precious the days when these children complain about the meat being too tough, the soup being too bland, and the fruit not being big enough are.

Old Mick lowered his head and slowly drew a rather unorthodox Eagle salute on his chest.

"The Emperor is above."

"Let these days last a little longer."

"Ideally, these children will never know what that sign means in their entire lives."

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At the same time, the new human system that Lawson had promoted back then finally began to truly spread throughout the empire.

They are being born in greater numbers, growing faster, and becoming physically stronger.

It's no longer news that a twelve-year-old New Human boy can outrun adult Old Human workers in physical training.

What is truly strictly monitored by the Seal Holder's Office is intelligence and social performance.

The results were also stable.

They learn faster, have better logical abilities, and their emotional structure remains intact.

From this perspective, they are still very human.

It's just that the underlying life structure is superior.

And a core instinct that is written into the deepest genetic strata from birth: loyalty to Lawson.

This loyalty is not something the bee colony controls in terms of what they think every day.

The vast majority of new humans don't even constantly mention the Handprinter.

They have their own lives, their own families, and their own interests.

But whenever Lawson is involved, a very deep sense of identification naturally arises.

This is closer to a kind of "paternal cognition" ingrained in racial instincts.

After twenty years of natural reproduction, this characteristic finally produced side effects that Lawson had not paid much attention to in his early days.

People from the dark side of the empire also revered Lawson.

However, this belief is scattered and complex, and most people believe in the emperor first, so the portion that can truly and stably converge on Lawson is not much.

One day, when Lawson was examining the dual-phase overlord godhood, he discovered that a certain spiritual stream, which originally accounted for only a very small proportion, had formed an ocean that could not be ignored.

This power of faith has grown to its current scale and can no longer be regarded as an insignificant byproduct.

Especially for Lawson, who already possesses the dual-phase overlord godhood, it is gradually becoming a new stable anchor point between the real universe and the subspace.

The changes in the empire's population structure also brought about another outcome that no one had anticipated.

Eldar, Wotan, and the children.

When the idea of ​​letting the Ark Eldar and the Wotans try natural reproduction was first proposed, the young people on both sides had a surprisingly consistent reaction.

They dislike each other.

Eldar men find Wotan girls too short and too strong, with shoulders wider than their own. Some Heth warriors, when wearing power armor, have arms that are even as long as their thighs.

Wotan also disliked Eldar men.

"Her legs are quite long."

A young Wotan female miner once looked the Eldar youth in front of her up and down before giving her assessment.

"It's just too thin. If you put a waist like that in a mine with three times the standard gravity, I'm afraid the elevator will suddenly stop and break it in two."

The girls nearby burst into laughter.

Some have even seriously discussed whether Eldar men are capable of independently moving a standard mine support frame.

The answer is clearly not optimistic.

Therefore, the initial few groups of people were chosen by a very small number of individuals, and no one regarded it as the future of any race.

Until the first children were born.

The result left biologists on both sides speechless for a long time.

The child inherited the extremely stable skeletal structure, muscle density, and environmental adaptability of the Wotan maternal lineage, but did not exhibit the physiological polarization that is clearly biased towards specific working environments found in the traditional Wotan lineage.

Their genes from the Eldar father lineage give them more acute neural responses, stronger cell repair, longer life expectancy, and a learning speed far exceeding that of ordinary Wotan children.

But what really made Wotan's top management uneasy were two other indicators.

First, genetic stability.

Some latent defects that had lurked in ancient cloning lineages for thousands of years and could only be suppressed by constant calibration from the ancestral spirit core disappeared naturally in these children.

The extremely ancient and sophisticated life structure of the Eldar was like a stream of fresh water being poured into the gene pool that had been in a closed cycle for tens of thousands of years.

Secondly, they can reproduce naturally and stably.

It does not require the ancestral spirit core to rearrange the cloning template, nor does it require each generation to rely on the ancient gene pool for correction.

As long as two healthy individuals exist, this new bloodline can continue on its own.

After the news reached the core of the galaxy, for the first time, the old Karls, who had just experienced the loss of control of the Ancestral Spirits and even witnessed the entire Alliance become extinct due to the destruction of the Ancestral Spirit Core, did not joke about it.

"You mean, what if something really happens to the ancestral spirits in the future..."

The engineer in charge of biological research nodded.

"These children can still have children."

The old dwarf fell silent.

For the Eldar, this is a liberation from Slaanesh.

For Wotan, this was the first time they truly had a future they could continue to pursue without needing the Ancestral Core.

As a result, the way the Wotan girls looked at Eldar men began to undergo a very realistic change.

"Although he was a bit thin... he lived a long life."

"If the child is strong, then it's fine, isn't it?"

"It's just that the shoulders are too narrow."

Are you looking for a husband or a mining cart?

"That's true."

Meanwhile, the young men in the Ark world were also engaging in almost the exact same self-persuasion.

Previously, both of them felt that the other's appearance did not meet their aesthetic standards.

But now I suddenly realize that aesthetics aren't something that can't be discussed.

Especially when the child is born strong, intelligent, and long-lived, there is no need to worry about the ancestral spirit core suddenly malfunctioning or the soul being targeted by Slaanesh after birth.

Upon hearing the news, Lawson was delighted: "I told you so!"

"One person complains that the other is too short, and the other complains that the other is too thin, but in the end, the child is better than both of yours."

He waved his hand dismissively: "Stop arguing about who's not good enough for whom, just have as many children as you can."

The empire has no shortage of land right now.

The entire galaxy is changing; cities are being rebuilt, factories are expanding, and there are more and more children.

Newborn Eldar of the Ark have begun to appear who are not afraid of the Slaanesh.

While cursing the Imperial Tax Department, the Grand Craftsman of Wotan applied for the next batch of Ancestral Spirit maintenance.

The Titanium Research Institute is still debating with Mars about whose new ion reactor is more energy-efficient.

For the first time, the human empire truly began to resemble a future.

Then, an urgent report arrived.

Extreme Starfield, Ottara, Five Hundred Worlds.

Chapter 302: Fragments of the Night Messenger Appear in World 500

On that high platform overlooking the azure bay in Macurag.

Robert Guilliman leaned back in a high-backed chair engraved with the Ottara emblem, holding a glass of Connors vintage without ice.

Sunlight filtered through the semi-transparent gauze curtains and fell upon him.

The Primarch closed his eyes slightly, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

If those first few years after awakening from the static force field were a time when Guilliman felt as if he had been thrown into the crater of an erupting volcano, suffocating him daily with hundreds of millions of absurd official documents, impeachments by state religious charlatans, and reports of frontline collapses, then Guilliman felt like he had been thrown into a volcano.

So the past ten years or so after Lawson settled in Holy Terra were the most pleasant period of his ten-thousand-year life.

Before Lawson arrived, Guilliman once thought he would become the first Primarch in history to be worked to death by endless files.

The High Lords Council is rife with infighting, the Inquisition hunts witches everywhere, the Mechanicus argues endlessly over the dimensions of a few screws, and local governors even dare to erase an entire Industrial World from their ledgers to evade taxes.

He worked tirelessly every day, yet he could only watch as the dilapidated ship of the empire slid deeper and deeper into the abyss.

But ever since Lawson took over the administration and military affairs of the empire, the entire human empire has been like a whole set of old and rusty steam pistons replaced with smooth and roaring miniature star engines.

Guilliman no longer needs to sit at Terra's desk to sign a report requesting the Border Guard to replace his bootlaces.

Ordinary border skirmishes and localized operations can be handled swiftly and efficiently by the major battle groups and the cornerstone heavy mechs.